Holy Toledo, I thought when I entered the office for the first time in three months. I had hit the road early, avoided abrasive SUV's and trucks playing Desert Storm / Nascar and seen the sun rise on the drive to the office.
I was kickin' back, listenin' to Black Eyed Peas and Bebel Gilberto and acted every inch of a former gentleman of leisure. Even when the big ugly, pale redneck tried to crush my car with his Ford "Built Tough" F-250. Oh, yesiree Billy Bob! With God as my witness...
Anywho, it felt good to get back to the action. You cannot keep a cowboy away from the... ergh... cows? Hmm, I mean action, speed, adrenalin, testosterone. Yeah, I was happy being back, just as in the old days, getting to the office before 7am, grabbing a cup of java and starting the day in style and fury.
Waking up in the morning and looking forward to getting to the office is the true meaning of work. I don't care if the office is a shack in Nevada that sells Coca-Cola and Doritos, if it's McKinsey & Co in London or a Hi-Tech firm in Silicon Valley - it's all about the feeling / passion you have for what you do. The impact and impression you make on the world.
Career paths? Ba-humbug! It's all about feeling the love, hugging your collegues and having a load of fun. Because before you know it you are gonna be 80 years old and what you then feel about your life better be damn good!
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